呼~

A faint breeze seemed to rustle through the old tree.

"Duan Nie Sacred Flame..."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of flame-like light deep within his pupils.

He frowned slightly, sensing a certain thorniness.

The flames swirling outside the imperial court, isolating the gods, were the most dangerous flames he had ever seen in his life.

While isolating the gods, they also severed his desire to peer into the imperial court.

"The Huangtian Imperial Court is like this, and the Sumeru Buddhist Gate, the Nether Ghost Country, and the Abyss of Demonic Depths might not be exceptions..."

His thoughts wandering, An Qisheng's mind raced, countless pieces of information colliding and combining within his mind.

Combining the glimpsed Duan Nie Sacred Flame and the destiny of the 'Soaring Sky War God' in this life, he gained some insights, but his confusion did not diminish.

However, he could vaguely guess that the war to overthrow the heavens might be related to the scene he had glimpsed in the Myriad Yang Realm.

Because, among the many pieces of information he had seen and heard, only when the future Gautama attained enlightenment were there subtle traces of 'Saints'.

Clearly, those few Saints were all restrained in the heavens beyond.

"It's a pity, it's inconvenient to use the 'All Requests Granted Altar' at this time..."

The All Requests Granted Altar came from the Starry Sky Tower Master, and he had no way of knowing the exact state of that great power from the Barren World.

Communicating with the altar at this time might attract something unnecessary.

Therefore, even though there were faint calls from within the altar, he did not act rashly.

Fortunately, the flames outside the imperial court could not be easily broken.

There was still time to plan slowly...

An Qisheng reined in his thoughts and heard the demonic sounds emanating from the Great Freedom within his heart. This demon, who cultivated the supreme mind-demon arts, was constantly trying to trigger the dark side of his heart.

At the same time, the Dao Seed formed by An Qisheng from seven Dharmas was constantly suppressing, condensing, and even refining the demon's Dao essence.

The struggle never ceased.

"Hu~"

Casting a glance at the two little demons in the courtyard playing chess and reading scriptures, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes, sensing the Dao essence and principles from the spiritual machine of the various Daos.

The boundless spiritual machine contained infinite mysteries and information that even Immortals and Gods could not deeply capture. Only through 'a moment of inspiration' or 'a feeling in the heart' could one 'enlighten' or 'comprehend the Dao'.

For those accustomed to peering into mysteries and collecting information, there was no need for such complexity.

The several transformations of the Entering the Myriad Worlds in a Dream divine ability allowed him to grasp the mysteries deep within the spiritual machine with ease.

Om~

All sounds faded away, only the seven colors in his heart flickered, as if humming and murmuring.

......

The sun rose and set, the years passed relentlessly, not waiting for anyone.

In the blink of an eye, fourteen years had passed.

These fourteen years had been turbulent for Qi Tang, and even for the people of the surrounding kingdoms.

"Get out of the way! Clear the way!"

Accompanying a series of shouts, a sudden gust of wind arose in the street, followed by the sound of people and horses falling over.

A dozen or so knights crashed in from the city gate, not slowing down at all, causing the pedestrians on the long street to change color and dodge one after another, knocking over countless stalls.

"Crimson mane, clouds under their hooves, this, this is a 'Fire Jiaolong Horse'?!"

"They are radiating killing intent, that group of knights must have come from the battlefield, no wonder the city gate guards didn't dare to stop them."

"Fire Jiaolong Horses! That momentum is truly unstoppable, being hit by one would probably mean instant death..."

From the restaurants on both sides of the street, someone exclaimed.

Just as there were demons in the world, so too were there strange beasts.

Legend had it that Jiaolong Horses were a hybrid species born from the mating of Jiaolong dragons and fine horses, invulnerable to swords and spears, capable of traveling ten thousand miles a day, and mostly used as warhorses in the army, rarely seen by ordinary people.

And at this time, in the midst of the struggle between the King of Qi Tang and the Lord of Zhenhai, they were even rarer to see.

Even in the army, not everyone could ride them.

Now, seeing a dozen or so Jiaolong Horses roaring past, trampling the long street, many people sensed that a storm was brewing.

Lord Zhenhai, Qiao Moke, had been raising troops for fourteen years, and the Dragon City Dao had not yet been affected. Now...

"Where did these knights come from, daring to trample the long street?"

Some people cursed in a low voice.

More people were used to it, the military had always been arrogant, especially in times of war.

"That direction, is it the Yang family?"

A vendor picked up the fallen goods, looking at the direction the team of knights was heading, somewhat surprised: "It is said that Yang's eldest son joined the army many years ago, could it be that they are back to visit his family?"

"Alas, the army really tempers people. Yang's eldest son was a good kid back then, now he has become like this..."

An old man watched, shaking his head.

Although the Yang family had declined, they were still a good family. Watching this scene, many people felt uneasy.

This didn't seem like the Yang family's style.

"That's not right..."

Somewhere in the city, a man in white stared at the sky, frowning slightly: "This group of people came with killing intent, I'm afraid they are not here to visit relatives..."

Boom!

Just as a group of vendors were cleaning up their stalls, they suddenly heard another explosion like thunder.

"Is it thunder?"

Someone looked up and saw that the sky was clear, without a cloud in sight. For a moment, they saw a white line coming from the east.

It was extremely fast, pulling out a huge airflow, and the thunderous sound was actually the sound of a sonic boom.

In the blink of an eye, it had crossed the city wall, and a gust of air rushed in.

"Who is this?"

The sound of the sonic boom was too loud, and it immediately alarmed many people.

Many people looked up and saw a youth in armor within the wave of air, carrying a longbow on his back and a long saber in his hand, with a strong aura.

Killing intent overflowed, chilling the hearts of those who looked upon him.

Whoosh!!!

The air wave was like a blade, the sonic boom like thunder.

Stepping on the city wall stone bricks, Yang Kai walked in the air, and with a few flashes, he had crossed several long streets.

Seeing the Fire Jiaolong Horses in front of his house, the wide open doors, before landing, he roared into the air:

"Anyone who dares to hurt my family will be killed!!"

Boom!

The sound waves roared, stirring up a gale that swept through the long street, countless dust and debris soaring into the sky.

Fury!

Alarmed Fury!

Yang Kai was furious, but never expected that the Qi Tang army would be so shameless, sending people to assassinate the family of a general like him.

After receiving the news, he rushed day and night, without a moment's rest, barely catching up, and already feeling the rising murderous aura in the city.

At this time, seeing his door wide open, the faint smell of blood in the courtyard, he was extremely angry, and his killing intent could no longer be suppressed.

While the roar was still echoing.

He had already crashed into the courtyard like a shooting star, his long saber raised, and the dazzling saber light cut through the air. From hundreds of feet away,

He slashed towards the place with the strongest smell of blood in the courtyard, the person with the strongest aura.

With this saber, Yang Kai did not hold back at all, all the anger and killing intent along the way poured out, and it could even be said that it was the most peak saber he had ever slashed out in his thirty years.

But he was unaware of it, his heart filled with regret, making him want to go crazy, only regretting that he had not brought his parents to the South China Dao for fear of war affecting his family.

"Huh?"

As the saber fell, a surprised sound seemed to ring out.

Immediately, a cold light rose from the ground, piercing through the rolling air currents, and directly met Yang Kai's saber.

Zheng~~~

In an extremely ear-piercing zheng sound.

Yang Kai only felt a powerful force erupt from the point where the weapons met, rushing into his arm and even his entire body like a flood.

His tiger's mouth heated up, and the long saber actually flew out of his hand. The momentum he had accumulated from rushing thousands of miles was also interrupted.

His body trembled, and he was directly bounced into the air.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Kai's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was extremely alarmed and angry. He never expected that the Qi Tang army would send such an expert to plunder his parents.

Although his status in the Zhenhai army was not low, how could this be?!

The power contained in that saber strike was simply beyond his imagination!

If he had not cultivated the 'Giant Spirit Town World Dao', which made his physique strong and his blood vigorous, he would have been shattered in mid-air the moment the weapons collided.

Bang!

The pain and anger flashed by. In mid-air, with no support and his long saber out of his hand, Yang Kai suddenly reversed his hand.

Grasping the longbow on his back!

In mid-air, the bow was fully drawn, and the powerful qi and blood attracted the surrounding spiritual machine, turning it into a divine arrow, and shooting straight into the courtyard:

"Die!!!"

Yang Kai's eyes were cracked, as if blood was flowing, and his tendons and bones were groaning under the pull of the bowstring. He was a ten-thousand commander in the 'Armor-Piercing Army' of the Zhenhai Army.

Compared to the saber, his bow and arrow were more lethal.

Beng~

The bowstring made of Jiaolong dragon tendons emitted an unbearable tremor.

The arrow pierced through the air and dust like light, shooting into the courtyard with extreme speed.

As soon as the arrow was shot, Yang Kai could no longer control his body, and fell like a meteorite, crashing heavily in front of the Yang residence.

Boom!

Like a thunderbolt exploding!

Dozens of long streets trembled. It seemed to have sunk a few inches, surrounding houses collapsed, and a large number of bluestone fragments were accompanied by dust soaring into the sky, like hidden weapons, hitting out sharp sonic boom sounds.

A dozen Jiaolong Horses were startled and neighed, actually generating wind under their hooves and leaping onto nearby houses to avoid the impact of the air waves.

"Is he dead..."

Spitting out a mouthful of reverse blood, Yang Kai's mind was a little dazed, staggering a few times. Before he could get up, his pupils suddenly shrank.

In front of the half-destroyed Yang residence, in the dust-filled gate, a white-clothed youth stepped out.

He was slender, his physique was almost perfect, and his face was as handsome as a god. Among all the men and women he had ever seen, no one could have such grace.

And what shocked him was that his seemingly illusory arrow was now being played with in the white-clothed youth's fingers.

The arrow he shot was named 'Thunderbolt', referring to its power like thunder, and the power it contained was the most violent. The slightest touch would cause it to explode.

He could actually hold it in his palm?

And without any injuries...

No, not only was there no injury, but even his clothes were not stained with any dust.

Even with the temperament tempered by hundreds of battles, a sense of despair rose in Yang Kai's heart, bone-chillingly cold.

'Parents...'

The meaning of despair flashed by, followed by extreme violence. Yang Kai's eyes turned red, and he stood up abruptly, his hands full of blood and dirt clenched.

With the blast of air and wind, he slammed heavily towards the white-clothed youth.

"Is it not good to be alive?"

A slight sigh entered his ears, and Yang Kai only felt a darkness and light in front of him, and a white jade-like palm filled his vision.

From top to bottom, it pressed down like the sky was falling.

"I..."

All of Yang Kai's unwillingness seemed to be wiped out by a flood, and he fell into darkness completely. In the last moment, he heard a very familiar exclamation:

"Erlang, stop!"

.....

The faint darkness gradually faded.

Yang Kai gradually regained consciousness, and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the worried woman beside the bed, his eyes warmed, and he let out an extremely dry moan:

"Mother..."

"Oldest!"

Seeing Yang Kai wake up, the woman who did not look old immediately brought over the medicine bowl: "Don't talk, drink the medicine first. You are too badly injured, that brat is also crazy, attacking his own older brother with such a dark hand..."

"O-older brother?"

Yang Kai wanted to say something, but the medicine water that his mother poured down choked him and his eyes rolled back.

After a while, a whole big bowl of bitter medicine was poured down, and Yang Kai almost couldn't roll his eyes anymore. Fortunately, Yang You walked in at this time.

Only then did Yang Kai avoid being choked to death by his own mother.

Looking up at the sky, Yang Kai, who was wrapped tightly, rolled his eyes and barely glanced at his parents, Yang Fu and Yang Mu, not knowing whether to cry or laugh:

"That kid, is he the second?..."

Feeling the painful body, Yang Kai was both happy and ashamed. Being beaten into such a state by his own fourteen-year-old younger brother, even if he was facing a loved one, he still felt a little embarrassed.

Through many years of correspondence, he knew that his mother had given birth to a pair of younger siblings after he left home for many years, but he never expected that his younger brother would be so ridiculously strong.

"This kid has been punished by me to reflect in the backyard. When you feel a little better, let him come and apologize."

Looking at Yang Kai, who was wrapped up so that only his mouth and nose were visible, Yang You felt very distressed.

Yang Kai had been away from home for nearly twenty years, and he came back like this, how could he not feel distressed?

Yang Mu's thoughts were attracted by another thing that Yang Kai said, and her eyes lit up:

"Oldest, did you say that you had such a big breakthrough in your cultivation because you worshiped a statue of a god?"

"Yes."

Yang Kai glanced at his mother who was eager to try, and naturally understood that his mother was obsessed with martial arts. He smiled wryly and explained:

"Not only in the cities of Qi Tang, but also in the surrounding dynasties, people have begun to worship the 'Giant Spirit God'. This son was also able to make successive breakthroughs because he was in tune with the 'Giant Spirit God'..."

His words were interrupted by Yang Mu:

"How come I don't know about such a powerful statue of a god?"

"Wait, I seem to have heard something similar..."

On the other hand, Yang You seemed to have thought of something: "Madam, do you remember, Daoist An seems to have a statue of a god there..."

"Does he?"

Yang Mu was stunned.

Yang Kai took a breath and asked:

"Mother, you haven't told me about my younger brother yet. Did he join a high-ranking sect?"

Being beaten into this state by his own younger brother, Yang Kai still couldn't accept it.

"It's probably still because your younger brother is clever and has good talent and understanding, right? When I was pregnant with him, I dreamed of dragons every day..."

Yang Mu said a few words, and was interrupted by Yang You.

He glared at his wife, tucked the quilt for his son, and said: "Erlang's teacher is someone else, you should heal your injuries first, and when you are a little better, I will take you to meet him..."

"Erlang's teacher..."

Yang Kai's heart stirred.

No money to read novels? Give you cash or points, limited to 1 day to receive! Follow the public. number book friends base camp to receive it for free!

Dragon Ning City could only be regarded as a small city in Dragon City Dao, and it was extremely ordinary in Qi Tang. How could there still be such an expert?

Recalling his younger brother's demeanor, and then thinking about the years he had spent in the army to cultivate, Yang Kai's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

If he had known that there was such an expert in Dragon Ning City, why would he have left his hometown and fought on the battlefield for twenty years?